it's growing...
The belly needs to be free.
My belly now hates to have anything on it. I have come to fully understand and appreciate the huge band on maternity clothes. I also can no longer sleep on my back or my stomach. Luckily, Mr. Ilke makes a good body pillow most of the time. And we actually have two body pillows. But they are such a pain in the ass to move around. I'll stick with Mr. Ilke
In which the husband is very patient and accomodating
Mr. Ilke and I like to cook together. Tonight we cut up bunches of vegetables and breaded some chicken and put it in the oven to roast. We were both starving. About 5 minutes before it was done I caught a glimpse of spaghetti on tv. And that was it. This is the quintessential definition of my "cravings." I see something. catch a whiff on the wind, hear someone mention a particular food, and WHAMO! I HAVE to have it. Oh and the strange urge to mix up weird things. And let me tell you, I'm a purist. I'd never put anything in mac and cheese besides a fork. Tonight I asked Mr. Ilke (repeatedly) if he wanted to put anchovies in the spaghetti sauce. He laughed at me. I told him that I was pretty sure he wanted to put anchovies in the sauce. Probably good that he didn't indulge me on that one.
I'm not diabetic, but now I know why I crave red meat
So the last battery of test revealed that not only do I not have syphillis (shocker, I know) or any other stds, but there is little chance of the baby having spinal tube defects, downs syndrome, or severe retardation. Well, that's happy news. Before I was pregnant I was very worried about downs syndrome. My reasons are dubious at best. I think I've talked about this before, but... On my right hand I don't have a heart line and a head line like 96% of the entire world. What I have one solid line called a Simian Line. Now, that's just random and vaguely interesting, and if you are into palmistry it's slightly more interesting. But the reason I was worried (again, I said this was dubious logic, so don't laugh - too loudly). Of the 4% of the world population that has one of these, 40% have Downs Syndrome. So.... somehow, I thought maybe I have a carrier gene or something. Not that I have any idea if that is even how it works. I've done phenomenally well on all the tests that detect likelyhood for that.
Wow, bored yet?
At about 28 weeks they give you a glucose test to test for Gestational Diabetes (diabetes that you get when you are pregnant). Well, I was eating a lot of fruit and suddenly I couldn't handle it. I would crash at slightest sugar, even carbs like a bagel. It sucked. So I asked to be tested early. I've been tested for Diabetes about 4 times in my life. I've always been sensitive to sugar. But every time it comes back negative. Anyway, this time was no different. My results came back fantastic. Huh. (Actually, I've been doing better since I cut down on fruit - 1 a day instead of 3 or 4).
But, I'm anemic. What?? What the hell does that even mean? It's an iron deficiency. And it totally explains my massive craving for red meat. I've eaten more red meat in the last three months that I have in the entire year. Poor Mr. Ilke is so sick of it. (We're chicken eaters first, then fish, meat last.) But I've also been craving milk in ungodly quantities. And apparently, calcium interferes with iron absorption. So, fuck, now I have to stagger my consumption. It's like a damn math equation or something.
I'll be 17 weeks on Monday (20 weeks is half way!!). Still haven't gained any weight, but my belly is huge. I keep staring down at it baffled that it could get any bigger.
June and July are ridiculously busy. I know I shared the work load but I also have friends in town and so many events to go to! Oy!
My belly now hates to have anything on it. I have come to fully understand and appreciate the huge band on maternity clothes. I also can no longer sleep on my back or my stomach. Luckily, Mr. Ilke makes a good body pillow most of the time. And we actually have two body pillows. But they are such a pain in the ass to move around. I'll stick with Mr. Ilke
In which the husband is very patient and accomodating
Mr. Ilke and I like to cook together. Tonight we cut up bunches of vegetables and breaded some chicken and put it in the oven to roast. We were both starving. About 5 minutes before it was done I caught a glimpse of spaghetti on tv. And that was it. This is the quintessential definition of my "cravings." I see something. catch a whiff on the wind, hear someone mention a particular food, and WHAMO! I HAVE to have it. Oh and the strange urge to mix up weird things. And let me tell you, I'm a purist. I'd never put anything in mac and cheese besides a fork. Tonight I asked Mr. Ilke (repeatedly) if he wanted to put anchovies in the spaghetti sauce. He laughed at me. I told him that I was pretty sure he wanted to put anchovies in the sauce. Probably good that he didn't indulge me on that one.
I'm not diabetic, but now I know why I crave red meat
So the last battery of test revealed that not only do I not have syphillis (shocker, I know) or any other stds, but there is little chance of the baby having spinal tube defects, downs syndrome, or severe retardation. Well, that's happy news. Before I was pregnant I was very worried about downs syndrome. My reasons are dubious at best. I think I've talked about this before, but... On my right hand I don't have a heart line and a head line like 96% of the entire world. What I have one solid line called a Simian Line. Now, that's just random and vaguely interesting, and if you are into palmistry it's slightly more interesting. But the reason I was worried (again, I said this was dubious logic, so don't laugh - too loudly). Of the 4% of the world population that has one of these, 40% have Downs Syndrome. So.... somehow, I thought maybe I have a carrier gene or something. Not that I have any idea if that is even how it works. I've done phenomenally well on all the tests that detect likelyhood for that.
Wow, bored yet?
At about 28 weeks they give you a glucose test to test for Gestational Diabetes (diabetes that you get when you are pregnant). Well, I was eating a lot of fruit and suddenly I couldn't handle it. I would crash at slightest sugar, even carbs like a bagel. It sucked. So I asked to be tested early. I've been tested for Diabetes about 4 times in my life. I've always been sensitive to sugar. But every time it comes back negative. Anyway, this time was no different. My results came back fantastic. Huh. (Actually, I've been doing better since I cut down on fruit - 1 a day instead of 3 or 4).
But, I'm anemic. What?? What the hell does that even mean? It's an iron deficiency. And it totally explains my massive craving for red meat. I've eaten more red meat in the last three months that I have in the entire year. Poor Mr. Ilke is so sick of it. (We're chicken eaters first, then fish, meat last.) But I've also been craving milk in ungodly quantities. And apparently, calcium interferes with iron absorption. So, fuck, now I have to stagger my consumption. It's like a damn math equation or something.
I'll be 17 weeks on Monday (20 weeks is half way!!). Still haven't gained any weight, but my belly is huge. I keep staring down at it baffled that it could get any bigger.
June and July are ridiculously busy. I know I shared the work load but I also have friends in town and so many events to go to! Oy!